Fiction | Prompt responses
I Can Do Anything
A flash fiction story of hubris and absurdity
Jeff paused for a moment, one hand on a water bottle, the other on his backpack. “I can do it,” he said. “If anyone can cross the Sahara desert, I can.”
“But you’re a stockbroker,” said Sandy. “And you’ve done no training.”
He shrugged and chuckled, throwing in a couple of cans of beans and his beloved Bear Grylls autobiography. “I’ve never failed at anything yet. Never in my life.”
“But, wouldn’t some expert advice…”
He turned, scowling, then pointed to his temple. “Forget experts. It’s just a matter of psychology, Sandy. Willpower. That and a pair of legs.” He snorted at his own joke.
“But…”
He flicked a hand towards her face, walked to the door. “And clean this place while I’m gone, won’t you.”
“But…”
“Remember, I can do anything, Sandy. Anything.”
The door slammed.
“But can you do this?” she murmured, wondering what it was going to be like to live alone.
This was a response to TFWD’s November prompts. The prompt: Write a flash fiction story about a highly overconfident person who wants to prove that they can cross the desert. I thought it would be fun to make my story a kind of prequel to the one by Eva MacInnes, which you can find here:






